Rare, the shrill coyote bark’s become
as our presence intrudes on theirs.
Nights we suffer from our own noise,
left in peace with the howl of our cares.
L'amore è eterno, finche dura
L'amore è eterno, finche dura
Rare, the shrill coyote bark’s become
as our presence intrudes on theirs.
Nights we suffer from our own noise,
left in peace with the howl of our cares.